April's pounding her fists on the door. Her tiny, bony fists that aren't going to do much good.

"Why the hell is this door locked?" she says, exasperated. She throws her arms down by her sides.

"Why are you getting so mad about it?" I ask, rolling over onto my side where I lie on the on-call bed.

"It never used to lock from the outside," she says, rattling the door handle. "Help? Is someone out there? Hello?"

"April," I scold, my voice firm.

"What?" she says. "The doors didn't used to lock from the outside!"

"A lot has changed since you've been gone, I guess," I say, and can hear the smug tone in my own voice.

"Stop it," she spits, walking away from the door and giving up for the moment. "Well, you didn't wanna be around me, but I guess now you have to."

"Someone will come by with a key," I say. "Plenty of people know I'm in here."

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while," she continues, and her voice grows closer. She sits down on the edge of the bed near my head, and I sigh. "We might as well talk."

"April…" I grumble, sitting up. I don't want to be physically close to her right now. Her presence alone is infuriating; thinking she can come right back in here and pick things up where we left off. Marriage doesn't work like that. You can't just pick up and leave when the other person doesn't want you to go. She completely disregards my feelings whenever they don't work for her, and I'm tired of it.

"Please," she says. "What are you gonna do, ignore me the whole time we sit together in this tiny room?"

I can feel her eyes on me through the darkness. I say nothing.

"Really," she says. "Really, Jackson? You're gonna ignore me for who-knows-long?"

"I told you," say, turning my shoulders quickly to face her. "I told you what would be waiting for you if you went again. And I meant it."

In the soft light coming in from the window, I see her face waver and fall. "You… you didn't," she mutters.

"I did," I say. "And I'm tired of you taking what I say for granted. I mean the things I say. I meant it when I said that I loved you, did you?"

"Jackson!" she says, standing. "How could you…? You really think I don't love you? Seriously, is our marriage based on that little trust?"

I pause for a long time, staring down at the floor. Her feet are in my line of vision - small and tucked into her same old pink tennis shoes. I find myself wondering if she wore them for the entire tour in Jordan. I missed seeing them in a little line by the front door, waiting for her, so she must have.

"No," I finally admit. My voice is quiet. "I know you love me."

"I do," she says, taking a few steps forward. Our knees are in line now, but not touching. "I love you so much. And I'm back now, I'm back for good. Can we just… can we just try again? Please?"

I raise my head and look up into her face. Her expression is open and hopeful, but I can't piece together my thoughts for a coherent answer.

"Can we try?" she asks again.

In that moment, the lock clicks and Alex's face appears in the doorway. "Avery," he says. "They need you in the pit. Oh, hey Kepner."

I nod at him and shift my eyes back to her before standing. "I gotta go," I say.

Then, just like she did, I leave.